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in bloom traduction

Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands
He's the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it mean
Knows not what it mean
And I say
He's the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it mean
Knows not what it mean
And I say yeah

We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom

He's the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it mean
Knows not what it mean
And I say
He's the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it mean
Knows not what it mean
And I say yeah

He's the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it mean
Knows not what it mean
And I say
He's the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it mean
Knows not what it mean
And I say yeah

Vendez les enfants pour la nourriture Survivez à aux modes de changements Le ressort est ici encore Glandes reproductrices Il est celui Qui aime toutes jolies chansons Et il aime chanter le long Et il aime tirer son pistolet Mais il sait pas ce qui il moyen Sait pas ce qui il moyen Et je dis Il est celui Qui aime toutes jolies chansons Et il aime chanter le long Et il aime tirer son pistolet Mais il sait pas ce qui il moyen Sait pas ce qui il moyen Et je dis ouais Nous pouvons avoir encore plus La nature est une putain Contusions sur le fruit Âge d'offre en fleur Il est celui Qui aime toutes jolies chansons Et il aime chanter le long Et il aime tirer son pistolet Mais il sait pas ce qui il moyen Sait pas ce qui il moyen Et je dis Il est celui Qui aime toutes jolies chansons Et il aime chanter le long Et il aime tirer son pistolet Mais il sait pas ce qui il moyen Sait pas ce qui il moyen Et je dis ouais Il est celui Qui aime toutes jolies chansons Et il aime chanter le long Et il aime tirer son pistolet Mais il sait pas ce qui il moyen Sait pas ce qui il moyen Et je dis Il est celui Qui aime toutes jolies chansons Et il aime chanter le long Et il aime tirer son pistolet Mais il sait pas ce qui il moyen Sait pas ce qui il moyen Et je dis ouais

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